Of Proof we demand, as you wear not our ring on your out stretched hand.
I talk to the Oak and walk with the Ley.
And feel the Pagus Heart Beat in both Sun and Moon of the Day.
And I care not if others dislike that I am not quite of their way.
Of their Robes I wear not and their badges make no claim.
But fashion my own from both Awen and the Stone.
With the blessing of the Adders I meet on my way.
That we may both call our self's of a common and ancient name.
It is true and I challenge not their right nor the rites of their game.
Care not a twig that they known or accept those of my own.
For each has their own well and in reality must ring their own bell.
If this acorn is bitter that is for them and their tribe to chew on alone.
The Druid King
Copyright February 27, 2013
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